Thoren motioned for a circle he pointed to two elves, with medium sized barles of dark liquided and the equipment needed to frosure the fire was controled straped to their back. They disapeared. He then motioned for the rest to take positions. He stood close to Silmarwen, and whispered, "I am going to have them mask our entrence by confusing the enemy, you will then have to tell your men to folow my hawk aroura. she will lead them to the fall back point. We will then send a message to the stuward. I don't know for sure if she can be trusted so I will meet her half way, but this can wait, are you ready?" She nodded. "good." he made a low whistle. all of a sudden arrows started to fly from all derections cousing mass chaos between the king's troops. Before they figured out were the arrows were coming from Thoren and Silmarwen were with her troops and she was instructing them in what to do, While he gave Aoura a polished piece of flute that straped to her back that would make the low whistleing noise that would alert that new recrutes were coming their way. He did this instead of using the polished metal like the other measaging birds becouse she didn't like it. The rebels though had misenterpreted it as it meaning an order from Thoren. Once she was done explaining Aroura took filght and her troops followed and the arrows stop flying, Thoren and Silmarwen both fled and disapeared through the brush, the soldiers began to make chase upon the fleeing troops under Silmarwen's comand, when suddenly the ground before them lept into flame.
THoren and Silmarwen met up with the rest of the rebles and headed for a more derect way to the fall back point.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Midira heard noises "something comes!" she hissed
she tried to move but a phantom grabbed her arm twisted it back Midira let out a small ylep but it was silenced "do not bring the enemy upone us!" he hissed "stop struggling im not hurting you!"he hissed as Midira struggled she fought harder "Midira stop!" he hissed again he sighed he pinched her shoulder and she stopped moving.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Silmarwen glanced over the elves, taking note that a few were missing. Her face was grim as she didn't find who she was looking for. "Halbarad... where is Halbarad..." One of the elves spoke, "he fell in battle, shortly before the rebels arrived..." "I.... My... take rest for a while... you have all fought well..." Turning away, Silmarwen walked away a distance and sat off by herself, silent and still.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

The king sat in his hall, It was litered with skulls from fallen enemys, allies even family members that had gotten in his way, The walls were decorated with their highly polished bones even his thronewas made from a dragon that had got in his way from aquiring the silver ring. One of the many proofs that he had an evil heart, the door opened and out steped a pooor malnurished woman, she held some more highly polished bones in her pale wight hands that almost blended with the bones in her hands. "s-s-sir you-r-r bones from you-r-your p-p-p-p-pets have just been c-c-c-cleaned out." Tears began to form in her eyes. "Thank you slave, give them to my sculpture I want a table next this goldentable doesn't fit withthis room have him melt it and form a new." "yes-s-s-s my lord."
"Now, Now don't greive over your husbands incopatence, He still helped me a great deal, and you know I can always do the same to you, now leave my sight." She broke into tears hugged the bones close to her and fled from pure teror. before the door could close a soldier came in. "What do you have to report?" "Our scouting group had spoted the rebels and were in gadged with them, but they escaped our grasp by using a fire that could not be put out by water." "Whatttt!Whatttt!(said it at the sametime) Get a tracking party on them at once, I want them dead all of them! I will allow ten to acompany you now go!" The soldier bowed then left.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Thoren came up to her and sat done, was he close to you? I know the feeling, though not mabey the same way as you. You see I had a power that was suned upon in the elven comunity, my sister and I were throwen out by My own mother and father, soon rouge humans came looking for our power, they captured my sister, when I tried to save her I found out that she in order to stop the power from being releised gouged out her own haert I was alone, after that. I think it was then that I truely understood what life is, I swore to protect it with my life just like my younger sister. You must not mourn his death only thank him for spending it in order to save his comrads, That is the best way to die, in battle protecting something you hold dearly to you. Now I don't mean to be uncaring but, there is probably a scouting party upon our trale so we must move on. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and then got up and started to get everyone ready to get back on the move.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

"I had adopted him as my own son when he was but an infant... but I do not mourn his death greatly, for I know he would wish to go the way he did... but he will be remembered well," Silmarwen nodded in understanding as Thoren stood and left.

Standing as well, Silmarwen walked over to her own command and made sure all were well and prepaired, just in case.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

the pahntom scooped Midira in his arms and carried her through the woods it was growing dark now. "my liege was that a wise descion?" one phantom asked "wise? no but nessesasry she would have gave away our position..." he answered swiftly avoiding the light "but my liege she will now fear us.." The phantom stopped and turned "then that is better than her being captured by the kings men or Thorens... Midira must come to relieze this king is evil but the rebells their tacktics are barbaric not civil Deawen even with a poisoned blade did not attack unless she had to she kept peace between dragon and storm. king and dragon she was not an ordinary woman. and Midira possess her mothers gift and mind!" the phantom turned and walked faster Midira was as limp as a boned fish.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(infernodragon, I always knew you were crazy, but I never knew it was waxing psychotic.)

It was midnight. Artinwe had appeared in the Dragon Tears' camp just outside Midira's tent. He wished Drad were still alive; he had been a good friend. He, at least, would help him. He glanced inside the tent. Midira was unconscious, and there was a man bathing her brow. He turned and saw Artinwe, and his eyes darkened as he recognised him. He lunged with a scream and found himself upon Rinil's point. The light left his eyes as he suffocated on his own blood. (Deawen, I can and will explain.) The clamour had woken Midira.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(O_O .................... goodness...... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Adar, what ws that about?" she demanded. "He attacked me. Midira, I must speak with you," Artinwe said quietly. "I know, you wrote to me," she said, annoyed. "How entirely like your mother you are, Midira," Artinwe sighed. "She would have said the same thing. Midira, I do'n't know what the Dragon Tears make of you, but let me say this: they hate me. They blame me for Deawen's death. Of course, it would have seemed like she had been murdered; she remained youthful until her death. I do'n't understand that. I suppose it was because she married me. Most of her faithful warriors are dead; and those that are'n't have simply left the Dragon Tears. Midira, you have inherited a group of cutthroats and murderers. Indeed, I did not mean for you to inherit them at all, I just wanted you to have some of your mother's treasures. Do not trust them. They tell you not to pick sides, and I agree; but you should stay with Thoren. He will protect you. If you do not trust that, then I have failed you as a father. But you know, I am going to stay with Thoren. If you care to join me, you know how to signal Thoren. Goodbye, my daughter," he said, kissing her forehead. "Oh, and you'll want to cut up that man's hand and tell them that a spy tried to kill you, and grabbed your sword." He looked out of the tent flap and decided not to leave that way. Instead, he vanished out of the tent.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(FYI, Deawen, and whomever it is that did the "Movie Elvish", the "r" on the end of "Adar", meaning "Father". Sorry, that just bothers me I'm okay now.)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(umm ...but...I...why?*lip trembles * you...killed one*starts to sniffle* of my phantoms...*tears spill out* he was SUPPOSED to be a good guy!*starts bawling* how could YOU! *runs away crying*)

Midira stared at the phantom that was dead on her floor. she was confused. with a trembling hand she took out a knife and cut the phantoms hand to show he was a spy.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(*blinks* wow I missed alot! *scans over and then jumps back in*)<br>

Eomira had seen the whole thing, the Phantom knocking Mirdira unconsicious(gar spelling!), the murder and now she rushed quietly into Mirdira's tent her hood up, so that in the darkness she looked like a Phantom. She went up behind her and covered her mouth and whispered fiercely <br>
"Be still!" She could see Mirdira's confusion and then gently said, "Don't worry. Just follow me, nothing will happen to you." Quietly, she led Mirdira back into the woods and the world of night.

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(Barbaric, never heard my tatics of war fair to be barbaric.... I like it. And soon idira will hate all of us, be confused beyond reasoning, and in the confusion will proubably murder us all in our sleep, then from lonelyness will start babling like the king.)

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Three days pass.

Thoren and company from the cover of the forest. Before them stood a mass plain, the only thing rising from the earth was a small wood off large boulders, the time was mid evening, Thoren with the rest moved cousiously threw the rocks till he spoted Aroura siting on one of the boulders. "So she got here at night, good makes it easyer for us." He thought. He came to a halt. "We will stop here for the night!" "But why we still have a few hours till night fall, why stop now when we know prefectly well that we are being tracked." protested one of Silmarwen's men. "You'll see." THoren said heading to sit next to the rock. When he got there Aroura jumped down and landed on his shoulder, he toook out a small slab of raw meat from his pack and gave it to her, she munched happly upon it. Two elves came up to him soon after. " we have acomplished to set up a fake trail and we have also covered up ours, they'll have a harder time catching us now, so we're using that route... hum."
(let the guessing begin, what will the route be?)[I want to see if you guys can guess it right.]

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(*blink* .... call me clueless ... oh dear me, and I could have sworn my men were silent unless spoken to... -_- )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Artinwe sent Wilyalinte to Thoren with a message announcing his arrival. When she returned, he asked her, "How did it go?" She replied in his head, "He was overjoyed, I think. He gave me a chunk of rabbit."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....